Not turning the light on As I wake in the dark, the neighbour’s son returns with his girlfriend before spending what’s left of the night in her arms. I’ve not forgotten teenage insomnia, day-dreaming words into poems not daring to switch on a light to write them but silently reciting them to memory. It’s your … Continue reading ‘Not turning the light on’ by Emma Lee
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A poem by Michael Bartholomew-Biggs
Bredon Hill We're out to let me wander in the past. I came here camping as a child, believing it adventurous to try my luck at roughing it. On cold uncomfy nights I shivered as I thought I caught the chill of ragged ghosts who'd trudged this way to fight at Tewkesbury and … Continue reading A poem by Michael Bartholomew-Biggs
